I went back to bed yesterday morning and slept until noon! That just doesn't happen but I guess I was really, really tired.
I haven't written about our year by the pond before. It's a year that is difficult to explain, even by one who loves words. We lived there after we left Detroit and before we moved back home. As I said yesterday, it was the year that changed everything.
As painful as that year was, I don't think I could have accepted the changes in my life without it. Hours spent by a pond and a lake will do that to you (and for those unfamiliar with American geography... watching the waves of Lake Michigan is not unlike sitting by an ocean). There is a reason they call them The Great Lakes. :)
I can look back now and know everything I had to give up was worth it. I remember during that year looking up at the sky and shouting to Him that He required too much of me, that He had asked me to give up too much over the past few years. I think I even stomped my feet. The result of that year is in my writing these past three...
That was a number of years ago and we now own a home at the edge of the forest so there was obviously a happy ending to the story. The in-between years were interesting to say the least. Sometimes when I look back, I am still amazed at how quickly one can lose so much materially but then realize it is not "stuff" that matters.
The story of how we bought our house is on the sidebar under "Coffee Tea Books & Me Favorites" and called Laying My Isaac Down.
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Thank you all so much for your comments and e-mails about Sasha. It has been an incredibly difficult few days since she was put to sleep. Everyone who has ever loved and lost a pet knows what it is like to walk by the space where they often curled up and think for just a moment you see them there. Last night I was putting items away on a shelf in the kitchen and saw their "nummy" dishes, which held their Fancy Feast treats and I broke down all over again.
I remember holding my mother's hand as she passed from this life into Eternity. I was telling her she would now be able to run and jump again, after so many years of being bedridden. I like to think of Sasha now young again and chasing her sister through the flowers. Perhaps not Storm's idea of Heaven... but certainly Sasha's. :)
I think it is just now sinking in that she is gone.